Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Antigua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Desert Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.